A.N. This is a story idea I had, and because I feel there just aren't enough of these fics around.

Also, this is written after The Last Battle, but it will from the perspectives of all the Pevensies, other than the one that is being described, and will go from oldest to youngest, so Lucy's narrative will always be last, until she's the one being described. And now that this Author's note is done, on with the story!

***Peter***

My brother Peter is his name. A rock. Not for nothing did Aslan name him Magnificent. All kings in the lands surrounding our beloved Narnia recognized him as a force to be reckoned with. He protected me, knew that I didn't like violence at all. He let me remain at Cair Paravel to care for our subjects while he and Edmund went to war. And later, when Lucy joined the archers and went on campaign, I considered it my duty to remain at home. He was the closest to me of my siblings, just as Lucy and Edmund were closer to each other. Of course Peter and Edmund were obviously inseparable, for Edmund made it his duty to watch over Peter, to, in his words, 'Make sure Peter doesn't do something too stupid.' Peter was always doing something stupid, always in an effort to help his people. It was his greatest failing, but also his greatest gift. It was what made him Magnificent.

Peter was father, brother and king to us all for years. Even upon return to England, a word could correct our behavior. He made sure that Mother didn't give Edmund and Lucy too hard a time, and defended me when boys would bother me. He knew that I missed the family I had left behind, and that not even kings had been good enough for me. Never mind the fact that he himself was missing his own family, his family being his kingdom, and the girl he had loved and wanted to marry.

But going from being High King to being treated as a child was harder for Peter than the rest of us. At least in England, I could act more or less as I had in Narnia, being hospitable, an ear to listen to, and to an extent, as a mother. Peter was usurped from his position as High King first, then when Father came home on sick leave, his position as father as well. Peter grew frustrated, and lost his way slightly.

When we went back to Narnia, Peter was angry at the loss of his country, after he'd bled and prepared to die for it. He'd taken his anger out on Caspian merely because Caspian was one of the people who had killed his people and destroyed his land. After Edmund smashed the Witch, the true High King Peter the Magnificent had been returned to us. Peter never lost his way again.

In time, he regained some of his old height, but his beard never grew back. When he tried to complain about it, I insulted his country, saying it had all been a game. Of course, my siblings believed I had forgotten all of this. I did nothing to dispel that impression. I am still surprised to this day that Peter did not correct me more than he did. We, who had once understood each other so well because we were the older pair, were no longer the close brother and sister we had been. But Peter always believed in me. That also contributed to his Magnificence.

Now that they are gone, and it is too late to apologize, I will pen these words. And even if Peter and the others are gone, I will no longer deny who I truly am. I am Queen Susan the Gentle to the Radiant Southern Sun.

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Peter is the Golden Child, always considered perfect, Magnificent. Most likely because he is. He is a comfort and stoic figure. He was not meant to hide and cower. He was meant to shine. My brother is the only man I know who can kiss someone on the head and not be considered less for it. He didn't make a point of doing it at school, but if he had no one would have cared because he was Peter. He was a terror on the battle-field, respected by all, even his enemies. Everyone would beg his mercy when he was at his angriest. And he was at his angriest when defending his family. No one who hurt his family escaped unscathed, if they escaped at all.

But returning to England hurt him more than the rest of us. I suppose his position as High King, then reversion to childhood would have irritated him the most out of any of us. At boarding school, if was my job to take care of him. Lucy and I, (for we had learned to communicate more easily with each other than the other two) had made the decision quietly. After we had reached that point, Susan had taken me aside to discuss it. I made the agreement with her as well. She had forgotten the way Lucy and I took care of things.

So I stayed with Peter through thick and thin, through fights he instigated that hurt him more than the others, through black eyes and split lips. Even when he told me to go away, I didn't. I'd promised Susan I would protect him, and more importantly, I'd promised Lucy. At school, where I'd once been the bully, I was now the boy who always fought for his brother.

Upon return to Narnia, when Peter tried to be king again, fighting Caspian tooth and nail, I supported them both silently, struggling to put Caspian on the throne and trying to support my brother and fellow king. When Peter finally figured it out, with some help from myself and Lucy, our brother was back, and he never left us again.

Even when he had to bear the final loss and final banishment from his kingdom, he bore it better than Susan. He had done his duty, and that was what mattered. When Lucy and I went back for our last time, he loved hearing about our trip, and wanted to know everything.

He loved Narnia and everything in it, so it was obvious that the he and I would be the ones to get the rings so that Eustace and his friend Jill could save it. His sacrificial nature was what made him Magnificent. As we stood on the platform, the train rushing toward us, we realized that we were about to die.

"For Narnia, and for Aslan," we said in unison. We woke to find ourselves in Narnia, with the other Friends, and our beloved younger sister.

Peter is vengeful and powerful. He is Magnificent. I say this as his younger brother, never forgetting that I am King Edmund the Just to the Great Western Wood.

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Peter was always my Magnificent protector and friend. He was my playmate when Edmund wouldn't and Susan was too busy mothering. He wasn't afraid to play with my dolls because it was, as he put it years later in Narnia, for a noble cause.

He merited his crown of gold, shining upon his head, and he deserved the title of High King, and that of Magnificent. He led armies while Edmund strategized. The pair were terrors, as Oreius and our instructors put it. Magnificent and Just, later joined by myself, Valiant.

The Peter I knew was slightly different than the one Susan knew, and the one Edmund knew. He was a more gentle than anyone would have expected, for they knew him as his warrior and king self. I knew that side of him too, but I had seen him cuddle a newborn kitten, and blush after I had caught him kissing the girl he loved. She had laughed, and understood him even better than Susan, who was closest to him other than her. My Peter was more even than Magnificent. He was a hero to everyone, even though he could do the most blockheaded things known to man or beast. We all loved him for it.

When we left Narnia, at first he refused to let it bother him, although any fool could see that he missed who he had been, his people, and his love. He retained the hope that we would return at any moment, so he wouldn't talk about it, not like Edmund and I needed to. His anger bottled up inside him, he became a volcano, or a bomb, depending on who you spoke to. Every time he was irritated, treated as a child, anything that bothered him, he would explode. He became almost more unbearable than Edmund had been when going through his 'difficult period'.

When he wouldn't listen to me when we went back to Narnia, it nearly broke my heart. After his failure, after Edmund saved all of our necks, we had a long talk, and he found peace within himself. High King Peter the Magnificent was back, and he never left us, ever again.

He ate up every detail Edmund and I gave him of our last trip to Narnia. He listened, enraptured, to Eustace and Jill's tale to the North of Narnia to save Caspian's son, and the Marshwiggle friend they missed. He acted the king always and forever, and in Aslan's country, Edmund told me of their final words before the crash.

It's true that Peter is many things, but his Magnificence is the most prominent. He is my brother, and I love him. There are four of us, and although he is certainly not Just, too war-like to be gentle, and as he has many times put, not brave, courageous and faithful enough to be Valiant, he is Magnificent, and that is all we've ever wanted of him.

Peter is a brother to be proud of. I am his sister, Queen Lucy the Valiant to the Glistening Eastern Sea.

A.N. Hope you enjoyed this! Eventually I'll try and post Susan's chapter, but I'm in the middle of writing two multi-chaptered fics, so it could be awhile.

-Dryad Queen